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We are the ones who beg,

Letting our desires fester under the weight of others pain,

We build up our walls, by the sweat of lesser kin.

Give, we ask or be labeled vain.

More, we ask be accused of sin.

Watch the steeple ascend to the sky,

And see our hubris pour into the ground,

When eyes are shut why even try?

We store ourselves up with the treasures of this earth…

But no one can serve two masters.

Where does your heart lie? In me, or in you?

Our acts of sincerity mean nothing if just to be seen,

These righteous actions have turned to fodder.

In the name of One, but for the sake of self.

A message to others of how tall our grace is.

You stand there preaching His word, then go home as a king.

Sight through a diamond in a million directions.

You’ve lost your way and you’re still missing.

I see right through your body, it lacks the weight of one who breathes,

The air in your lungs has turned to rust,

Your intentions I do not trust.

I will not trust.

How can I?

Oh king on the mountain, your water is trapped in ice.

The desert in your chest bears no fruit,

What lies within preys on its own kind.

Our acts of sincerity mean nothing if just to be seen,

These righteous actions have turned to fodder.

Oh blind deceiver, how did it come to this?

Faithless believer, your path can be reversed.

Hope lies in waiting for those who choose its light.

Just know that embrace is not a fight.

In the name of One, but for the sake of self.

A message to others of how tall our grace is.

You stand there preaching His word, then go home as a king.

Sight through a diamond in a million directions.

You lost your way, and you’re still missing.

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